Getting hit in the solar plexus—- there’s hope for recovery from that. But the fact is, he was now colliding with an electric fence on legs, arms akimbo, shit-eating grin plastered to his face, and the silent, euphoric epiphany that was my morning could’ve been better echoing like the mournful wail of porcelain hitting carpet-less floor.
It was tragic. He spilled orange juice and the pantry was empty of his favorite cereal, he buttoned his shirt up all wrong and woke up to a bed emptier than his wallet. The list goes on; belligerent upstairs neighbors, rabid feral cats, and rats giving him philosophical advice of whether or not he valued his woolen socks more or his quickly depleting bag of peanuts. Half-opened bottles of soda lined his sink; he lines up his spare toothbrushes (never used) along his bathroom counter.
He was bored.
Life was resistance, he realizes, shaking the now-empty box of cigarettes.
“I would encourage us all, African Americans, Asians, Latinos, Whites, Native Americans to study history. I long for the time when all the human history is taught as one history. I am stronger because you are stronger. I am weaker if you are weak. So we are more alike than we are unlike.”—Maya Angelou (via warebooks)
A horse walks into a bar. The bartender asks “Why the long face?”. The horse does not respond because it is a horse. It can neither speak nor understand English. It is confused by its surroundings and gallops out of the bar, knocking over a few tables
I always tell my family and friends to share any strange events and experiences that happened to them. I’m a bit of a supernatural/paranormal fan, so things of that nature is like, sustenance to my soul, hahaha. Anyways, this is a story one of my aunts (my mom’s sister) decided to share with me!
I was rushing to work one day, like usual, and ran like mad to catch the closing elevator doors. Living on the 36th floor of an apartment building makes it really imperative that you catch any available elevator, especially if its the only working one in the entire building! So I sheepishly stuck a foot in between the closing doors, catching it in time, and apologized to everyone that was being slowed down by me.
There was only one other person in there though, standing in the corner, looking down at their feet. I paid no heed—- it was early morning, I didn’t even wanna look at anyone! But it was a little strange, I must admit, because that person not even once looked up, even when I stepped in.
Everyone tries to avoid eye contact on an elevator ride, especially if you’re strangers, so of course, I looked at the lights as we descended the floors. Nothing out of the ordinary happened for a good duration, but it was weird, it felt like a longer time than usual riding the elevator down.
Then, I noticed that person in the corner move.
I couldn’t tell what gender this person was, but before, he/she was facing the door, looking at their feet. But all of a sudden, as I side-eyed them, I noticed that this person was now facing the wall, head down, in the corner. It was awfully strange. Their hands were down by their sides, head down, looking at their feet. I couldn’t see their face at all, and at that point, I started to get really nervous.
What a strange person!
But, I didn’t start worrying until I heard them mumbling.
It was soft, quiet, like a mantra, and they didn’t make eye-contact with me. I was so scared then! When I heard the elevator door open, I couldn’t believe only minutes had passed, that I had spent in the elevator.
What’s worse, when I stepped out I had to turn around to look behind me—- to see the empty little chamber I had just stepped out of.